He could only guess that she didn't think his offer was genuine, or that he had some sort of ulterior motive. If selling brooms to decent riders could be called that, then he was guilty as she suspected. "Do you honestly think I'd want to make brooms and have people fall off them? Not very good for business, is it?"
"Hasn't been a Bletchley in any other house in over ten generations," he said rather smugly. He wouldn't even contemplate the thought of Liam going into Gryffindor. It was unthinkable, and he was already gagging at the thought, his nostrils flaring in distaste.
He managed a good natured chuckle. "See, this is what I think is our problem, Mrs Weasley." He put the emphasis on her new name. "What a pity you never hooked up with me. Once you've had a keeper, you'll never settle for anything less." He was sounding rather smug, and enough women (and groupies) over the years had agreed with that assessment.
"So don't tell me this Umbridge is got you worried?" he asked, looking for a bit more conversation. "Can't say I can see what all this fuss is about anyway." He thought everyone was overreacting just a little - he'd never had a problem with the woman.